Poem: Meaning

I say the words you expect to hear But they have no meaning to me anymore I’m doing what I have to In order for things to go well The sad thing is I don’t really need you But you have a job, and on occasion are companionship And there is the boy. You are the only hope I have of moving somewhere else. So I stay and make nice for the sake of the marriage, For the boy and for you. But I will forever be longing to get out. To be myself in the world.

Poem: Little One

This was written soon after my son was born

Innocence so small and pure Little hands, Little toes A cute little button nose Eyes so wide and curious Looking at the world around Everything is new and bright Full of love, hope, peace

Poem: The Loss

You came into my life just like a wonderful dream. The days and weeks were the best I’d ever known, until that fateful day when you walked away. I guess we just talked ourselves out, because near the end the talking was over and sex was all we had. Wetry so hard to be friends, but it’s no use. The spark has gone and the conversations have ended. The time has come to move on. But how does one move on from the loss of a lover and a dear friend?

Poem: Untitled

Love Hate, sorrow, like a ship lost at sea wonderful, sunset, peace

Poem: Thoughts

I look into the night sky And my thoughts drift towards you. I wonder what you are doing And if you think of me. I think of when we finally meet face to face. Will you still feel the same? I have given you everything of worth to me… My heart, My mind, My soul I do hope that it wasn’t a Mistake and you end up breaking my heart My love, my lover. I hope that what I have been told is true: That you do indeed love me And when the time is right say the words “I do.”

Poem: Alone

Life without love is nothingness Love without life is emptiness Since I have niether, I am totally alone. I am loved by no one And have no life Therefore there is only one option left to me: Death, because I am truly alone in this world.

Poem: Sadness

Sadness is a black sea at midnight that never ends. The waves continuesly crash; sometimes gentle, sometimes as harsh as a hurricane. I am a ship lost in the sea. Confused, scared and uncertain about the goings-on around me. In the clamness things almost make sense, And in the rough tide they combine with fury enough to make me doubt what I feel and know. The sadness is an endless black sea at midnight, and I doubt I will ever find my way home.